A breath of air rose from his Dantian, passed through his chest, and entered Wu Li's neck directly.
The next second, his neck visibly swelled up.
Giant Python Swallowing Pill!
This was a killing move from Xingyi Fist, a technique designed to stimulate the body for a sudden burst of power. Wu Li generally wouldn't use it easily. One reason was using it too much was akin to self-mutilation, and secondly, once he used this technique, he would fall into a state of weakness for a period of time.
The match had only just begun the first round. If Wu Li fell into a weakened state too early, combined with the injury to his left arm, it was almost akin to admitting defeat.
But at this moment, Wu Li could not care about that much. If he didn't use this move now, he would immediately lose!
Habu was shocked to discover that what his left arm was clutching was no longer Wu Li's neck, but rather a tire filled with air, supremely elastic, which blasted open a gap in his Guillotine hold!
